He freezes, and the vibe changes between us palpably.
“Rebound?” he repeats, slowly.
I shrug, casual. “Yeah. You know. No expectations. Just fun.”
His brows knit, mouth twitching. “Right. You’re joking, aren’t you? Let’s just get this place cleaned up.”
My stomach drops.
“I mean,” I stammer, “Well…”
But he’s already walking away, grabbing the broom.
We clean in silence for a few minutes. I can’t read his mood. Did I offend him? Embarrass myself? Get turned down?
I’m rinsing a mug in the back sink when I hear the soft clack of the shades being drawn down, one by one.
I turn, heart hammering.
Logan walks toward me, eyes locked on me.
“Logan—”
Before I can finish, his body presses against me.
His hands slide up my hip, and his breath ghosts hot against my ear.
“If this is your rebound summer,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy, “you better pray I’m the only one you bounce on.”
My knees almost buckle.
I look up, my breath catching. “You’re such an ass.”
He grins. “Only when I’m right.”
His fingers brush my waist again, anchoring me in place.
“You started it,” he adds, eyes gleaming. “So what’s it gonna be, Cassie?”
He takes a step away, like he already knows the answer.
My breath catches as Logan closes the last shade and turns to face me, the late afternoon light casting golden shadows across the worn floorboards.
“You sure we’ve got time?” I ask, teasing, even though my voice wavers.
Logan crosses the space in two long strides. “We’ve got exactly as long as we want. And you heard June. There’s no security cameras in here.”
His hands slide to my hips, drawing me back until I bump gently against the wall behind the espresso machine. He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear.
“I’ve been trying to be good,” he murmurs, voice rough, “but the way you looked at me just now? That wrecked me.”
And then he kisses me without an ounce of hesitation or restraint. Just heat, tongue, and teeth: the kind of kiss that leaves no air between us and no question where this is going.
I melt into it, grabbing the front of his shirt and tugging him even closer, lips parting on a soft gasp when he grinds against me.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper, tilting my head back as he kisses down my neck. “Are you clean?”
Logan stills just long enough to look me in the eyes. “Yeah. I am. You think I’d risk getting killed by your brother?”
